A caped silhouette stands lonely in the night,
All that see him murmur in fright.
His sword is plunged into the ground,
Still as a statue, makes no sound.
A crown of thorns atop his head,
A face if steel and a heart of lead.
Cawing to him, as if waiting for a command,
By his feet, the unkindness of ravens land.
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